In present life, I am obligated to sacrifice many things, to put other’s best interest before my own.
There is no quiet. My surroundings are always toxic, demanding or negative.
I am almost in want to run away, or to quiet my own life, just to have a sense of control of it.
I want my art back, to not apologize for the time I have to spend to master it or even the thoughts I get lost in.
But since I was a child, my art in their view is a waste--- of time, of possibilities; an impracticality. My life choices are a waste of time, of possibilities; an impracticality. I have been deprived of who I want to be, who I can be, who I am.
I am nothing but a fish now out of water, trying to run in the race of dogs, measured against the capabilities of what they consider as deserving of time, of possibilities; ever practical, ever worth it.
Am I not worthy? Aren’t my desires deserving to be put first?
